I cooked a really nice dinner for 20 people to celebrate my husband’s birthday. But just before the guests arrived, he left the party and went to a bar to watch the game. What transpired next? Well, let’s just say I had the last laugh.
You’d assume that being married for six years would make someone a bit more appreciative, but not Todd. Every year, I’d put a great deal of effort into his birthday, yet he’d simply take it all for granted. This year, however, his sense of entitlement truly reached a new level.
Six years. That’s how long Todd and I have been together. Don’t misunderstand me; our relationship isn’t entirely negative. Todd can be charming when he wishes to be, and we’ve had some wonderful moments together. However, there’s one aspect of him that truly irks me.
His sense of entitlement. Take last Thanksgiving, for example. Todd came up with this brilliant idea to host a dinner for both of our families. He announced it at breakfast one day, looking all smug as if he’d solved a major problem.
“Claire,” he said, “I think we should host Thanksgiving this year.”
“Okay,” I replied. “That sounds good.”
For two weeks, I was occupied with planning and preparing everything while Todd was busy playing fantasy football.
On the big day, I roasted the turkey, prepared some side dishes, and even baked two pies. And Todd? He just carried a cooler of beer into the living room. That was it.
After dinner, when everyone was complimenting the food and the decorations, Todd decided it was time for him to take all the credit.
“Glad you all like it,” he said. “I wanted it to be special this year.” Of course, he ignored me.
And that’s Todd in a nutshell. He wants the credit without doing any of the work. It made me realize that he wasn’t the man I fell in love with anymore.
